Kapok was taken aback, and she couldn't help putting things down more carefully, she nodded.
"Um, did I wake you up?"
The roommate yawned, closing his eyes with little self-consciousness: "No, I seemed to have a dream just now, what kind of dream is it... Wait for me, I'll go back and have a look."
"..."
The girl couldn't help feeling amused, watching her slowly falling asleep again, Kapok climbed to the upper bunk and lay down, she turned on the phone, the light from the phone illuminated a small area of the bedroom, and she quickly got into bed.
In the small dim environment, Kapok browsed the Weibo of the radio anchor's preface.
It's been about a year since he started the live broadcast, and he has never posted a photo. Without knowing his appearance, he has gained tens of millions of fans just by virtue of his recognizable and deadly voice.
There are only three microblogs for the preface.
One is the Weibo reposted when the official announcement of the identity of the radio anchor, one is the notification time for the start of the broadcast at 9 o'clock every night, and the other is the welfare regulations reposted by the official event.
There is no one that is not forwarded to the official.
During this year, the original owner never missed a live broadcast of the preface, and turned on the phone on time at nine o'clock every night to play the live broadcast of "Sleep with You Tonight".
It can be said to be the iron powder in the iron powder.
After the original host graduated from university, the anchor finally posted the fourth Weibo, which was only two short words.
[goodbye.]
He didn't explain any reason, nor did he say what he was going to do, just disappeared from the radio station, from Weibo, and from the original owner's world without a trace.
Since then, this person has never appeared again.
The wish of the original owner.
I don't want to see the epilogue, I just want to be able to confess to him once before he leaves the radio station, and let him see it.
Kapok rested her chin and couldn't help being slightly curious.
What kind of confession does this confession refer to, on Weibo? The kind for idols...
Confessing that the matter is not in a hurry, she is going to sleep first, after all, the original owner is working and studying, and will get up tomorrow to go to a convenience store to work.
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Overnight.
Kapok was woken up by her roommate, she propped herself up and rubbed her eyes with her small hands.
Roommate Chu Yao stood by her bed, urging her to get up: "Get up quickly, you forgot that you have to go to work?"
Mu Mian picked up her phone to check the time, it was not too late, so she got out of bed slowly and went to the bathroom to take care of herself.
Back in the dormitory, the other two roommates were from different departments and had already gone to class early.
Chu Yao sat on the chair in a daze, and when Mu Mian walked over, she suddenly shivered and clapped her hands.
"I remember."
Kapok: "?"
"... what do you remember?"
Chu Yao raised her head with a serious expression.
"I remembered what dream I had yesterday."
The girl was silent for two seconds, her pretty face was calm: "What?"
The soft and cute little girl tilted her head and glanced at her brows: "I dreamed yesterday that I got three tickets to my idol concert, but why did I buy three tickets? There are only two of us."
Chu Yao is a die-hard fan of a popular niche. This National Day holiday, the other two people in the dormitory are far away and have to go home.
The original owner didn't go home, and Chu Yao was a local again.
So she reluctantly agreed to go to the concert with her.
Kapok paused for a moment, then changed her clothes with a calm expression while answering her questions.
"Maybe the dream was wrong."
Chu Yao shook her head, propped her chin and narrowed her eyes.
"Impossible, absolutely not like this. The two of us agreed that I only need to grab two tickets, but why did I dream that I grabbed three tickets? It couldn't be..." Her beautiful eyes widened.
"My luck is coming?"
(end of this chapter)